Mu Xingzhi admired the tangled expression on Su Qingluan's face with great interest for a moment, and then said slowly: "It only needs to be applied externally, no need to take it internally."
Su Qingluan's wrinkled expression froze for a moment, then she suddenly turned her head and glared at Mu Xingzhi: "Did you do this on purpose?"
"What?" Mu Xingzhi blinked, his expression a little innocent.
"You could obviously explain at the beginning that it was for external application... and you know that I hate drinking that bitter medicinal soup..." However, you deliberately concealed the key information!
Although Su Qingluan had vaguely felt it before, as she became more familiar with Mu Xingzhi, she became more and more certain that this man seemed to have a little bit of mischief under his gentle and elegant appearance...
Taking a pen and paper to Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan stood aside and watched him holding a pen in his left hand and writing prescriptions. He was a little curious: "Speaking of which... the way you treat patients is different from what I thought." So much the same..."
"What's the difference?" Mu Xingzhi did not raise his head, and the movements of his hands were not hesitant at all.
"The so-called 'look, hear, ask and feel', but you have never felt my pulse or asked me any questions. How can you tell that my injury is on my knee rather than my ankle or something else?"
"From the slightly slow way you walk, it can be seen that you must have some injury that prevents you from walking. But just looking at your gait, Qingluan, your ankle movements are quite flexible, and there is no sign of pain. It is just a knee-bending movement. A little slow, so I made this inference.”
Mu Xingzhi said it in a normal way, but Su Qingluan was secretly shocked - from the time she entered the yard to now, it only took a moment to make the best plans.
In such a short period of time, she was able to notice details that she herself had never noticed. This person's insight...
"I shouldn't have blamed you..." Su Qingluan muttered.
"Huh?" Even Mu Xingzhi couldn't immediately understand the leaps and bounds of Su Qingluan's thinking. But after thinking about it for a while, he figured out the connection and teased with a smile, "Maybe damaging the books counts?"
Su Qingluan knew he was joking, so she rolled her eyes at him. Then she thought of business, stopped her joking expression, and saluted Mu Xingzhi: "I want to ask you something."
Su Qingluan rarely acted so seriously, which made Mu Xingzhi's originally joking expression calm down a bit.
He dried the prescription he had written and handed it to Su Qingluan. Then he looked at her intently: "It's rare to see you so serious. What's going on?"
Su Qing thought about how much he wanted to say, and then considering Mu Xingzhi's vague abilities, Su Qingluan knew that this person could never be a country boy like he looked. He might be better than him. The imagination is much more "capable".
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan relaxed very much - she didn't know where Mu Xingzhi came from, but since he was willing to "take care of" her like this, there must be her own reasons.
So, Su Qingluan made Xie Zian happy with the jam made from wild fruits, and further tempted him to use this jam to please his grandmother, so that the entire Xie Mansion and even the Xie Mansion could be on good terms with each other. The idea that the aristocratic circles in the capital have unconsciously become the "spokesmen" of jam comes out clearly.
After listening to this, Mu Xingzhi was silent for a long time, then raised his head and asked calmly: "Qingluan, you have tried every possible means to use local wild fruits that can be found everywhere as the raw materials for this jam. It must be because of you, right?"
Su Qingluan thought it was him, and immediately noticed the most critical point.
She understood that now she was seeking Mu Xingzhi's cooperation and help - more precisely, she was seeking assistance.
And I don’t have many chips in my hand. The only thing I can use is my cooking skills. So if you want to encourage the other party to lend a helping hand, at least Su Qingluan's own attitude must be clear and candid.
After all, if you want to ask for something from others, you must show some sincerity. This frank attitude is one of sincerity...
So, Su Qingluan admitted generously: "Yes, I have been selecting for a long time before finally deciding to use wild fruits to make jam among various wild vegetables, fruits or other local products."
"Can I ask why?"
"From a technical perspective, it's because local wild fruits can be seen all over the mountains and plains from late spring to late autumn, and they can be picked at will without spending a penny. This can greatly reduce manufacturing costs and increase profits. This is one of them."
Su Qingluan carefully put away the prescription she got, and then said, "This kind of wild fruit in the mountains is not as sweet as many carefully cultivated precious fruits. It needs to add more sugar for seasoning. In this way, candied fruit will generally grow longer." Preservation of time and ease of transportation and storage are the second.”
"These two points are indeed factors that merchants have to consider, but... these are not the most fundamental factors, right?" Although Mu Xingzhi asked a question, his tone was very sure.
Su Qingluan nodded and took a deep breath.
"The most important thing is that if this jam is really appreciated by the nobles in the capital, it will definitely lead to a craze, and even many wealthy people will be proud to eat the jam I made."
Su Qingluan's tone was very certain when she said this - she has always had a certain degree of confidence in matters regarding diet.
What's more, this taste improvement has been verified and is not her own fantasy.
Seeing Su Qingluan holding her head high like a proud little peacock, Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but smile: "So, Qingluan wants to open a jam shop in the capital?"
"How is that possible?" Su Qingluan turned around, "Then why should I go to great lengths to select wild fruits in the Huaxi Village area? I can just go directly to the suburbs of the capital to pick wild fruits?"
However, the capital is nearly a thousand miles away from here, and the climate there is probably completely different. The types, texture, and taste of the fruits are probably different, so the jam will probably need to be improved accordingly.
Mu Xingzhi never thought that he had guessed wrong, and pondered for a moment. For the first time, a look of surprise flashed across his face that had always been smiling gently: "Do you want to... be with the villagers..."
"That's right!" Su Qingluan nodded, "It's exactly what you imagined!"
If the jam produced in this specific area becomes a hot commodity that the nobles are rushing to buy, then the demand for jam will inevitably increase exponentially.
At that time, a complete industrial chain will be formed from fruit picking, jam making, container cleaning and high-temperature sterilization, to the design and production of outer packaging... including sales, transportation, etc.
Even if there is a large influx of businessmen, some related derivative industries such as accommodation, catering, performances, etc. can be developed.
Such a large number of industries will definitely give more villagers the opportunity to participate in more jobs - even if they work for a while during the slack period, they can still have a considerable income to supplement their family income.
"I've heard before that every year in the severe winter, there are many people in Huaxi Village who can't live with it." Su Qingluan clenched her fists tightly as she said this. "In fact, the most fundamental reason is that there is not enough food for winter storage."
In Su Qingluan's impression, even in modern times, in the 1980s and 1990s, every winter in the north, winter vegetables had to be stored in advance to prevent running out of food, not to mention that the physical reserves were far less than what Su Qingluan had in his previous life. What about the era?
In fact, there are a lot of natural resources around us that can be used, but because everyone is very poor, there is no extra money to buy seasonings for pickling pickled vegetables and meat - after all, seasonings are luxury goods - we can only hope to pay the rent after the autumn harvest. What little food is left.
These grains are very limited, and the need to save seeds for sowing every year, or the lack of storage knowledge causes the grains to rot and deteriorate. This results in food shortages in many cases and villagers starve to death.
In Su Qingluan's vision, by developing local specialties and developing an industrial chain, everyone can become rich together. With spare money, they will naturally be able to repair dilapidated houses and buy warm fabrics and clothes. They will also have extra money to buy Salt, sugar and other spices are used to pickle various foods to survive the cold winter months.
"As long as we get to this step, I can teach you how to pickle various meats that are durable and delicious!" Su Qingluan became more and more enthusiastic as she talked, and her eyes were shining. However, she was not carried away by it, and finally turned He turned around and looked at Mu Xingzhi, "But in order to prevent those wealthy businessmen and evil gentry from causing mischief, Li Zheng and the county magistrate must also uphold justice. Please do it when the time comes..."
As Su Qingluan spoke, she suddenly couldn't speak any more. Because she found that Mu Xingzhi was staring at her momentarily with those deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through the soul.
His face still looked gentle, harmless, gentle and handsome, but at this moment, the usual casual and lazy smile on his face, or those cunning eyes with a hint of mischief, disappeared.
Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi's eyes at this moment were particularly oppressive, as if he were looking down from above, making people breathless.
But when she took a closer look, the oppressive feeling suddenly disappeared.
However, Mu Xingzhi's eyes were still very complicated when he looked at her, with a deep meaning that she couldn't understand.
"...Go with it?" Su Qingluan asked carefully and softly, "Is there anything wrong with my idea?"
"No," Mu Xingzhi slowly shook his head and looked steadily at the girl in front of him who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. "It's just that I don't understand why Qingluan doesn't want to live in a small corner, but to benefit the world. Such The mind is truly extraordinary that ordinary people can have.”
"To help the world and so on..." Su Qingluan was a little embarrassed by Mu Xingzhi's choice of words, "I didn't think about such illusory things. It's just..."
"only?"
"It's just that since I came to Huaxi Village, I have met all kinds of people, and everyone has treated me very well." Every moment since time travel flashed back in Su Qingluan's mind, and warmth appeared in Su Qingluan's eyes. With a smile, "To me, everyone in Huaxi Village is a friend, a neighbor, and a person who brings me warmth... How can I watch them die of cold and hunger like this?"
That's why she kept running, just to protect these people who could bring her warmth.
